hey, hyu—yoongi-ssi? it’s been a while, hasn’t it.
i’m sorry we don’t talk as much. we used to—every day—ah, it’s not important anymore, is it? the past in the past and what’s done is done, all famous yoongi words.
but uh, hyun—yoongi-ssi, i’m coming home.
yeah. i know. haha. yes, quite unbelievable. i said i wouldn’t.
if you’re free, i’ll be home from the eighth of november onwards. if you’d like to see me.
i’d like to see you.
will you call me back?
taehyung asks, “who are you looking for?”
the room chills. jimin shivers. he wonders how much to say, how much to tell him. “someone i loved once,” he says. “then lost.”
“do you remember them at all?”
“no,” says jimin. his voice is centuries on centuries of regret. of longing. of looking. "but i know that i will know him when i see him. i have to. why else have i spent so long looking?"
(jimin is the god of travellers. taehyung mans the hearth. once upon a time, they loved each other. but that was a very, very long ago.)
“I like thinking,” Namjoon says, flopping back. He thinks he hit his pillow, but when he rolls over he realises he’s lying on Jimin’s stomach. “Thinking is who I am.”
“You can think about how much we love you,” Jungkook says, finger-gunning as though that would distract from the sentiment in his statement. It does not, and Seokjin coos at him, making him turn red.
(Or, everyone loves Namjoon. It is, after all, impossible not to.)
The dragon in Jimin's chest is back, raising his head to rest it between his ribs—a sharp stabbing pain in his side like he’s just been pierced with a needle. He steels his jaw and looks away, handing Jeongguk a napkin with removed coldness he can tell hurts the child.
Instead he wonders, wonders if reincarnation is possible, if it’s a thing, if there is some part of his daughter that sits in the tiny child next to him who runs around the streets with his father’s important things and cries from joy when handed a purple snake.
(Jimin is a semi-immortal witch who cannot let go of the memories of his family. Hoseok is a human who is immune to magic. When they become neighbours, this might prove to be a problem.)
(His earliest memory of Taehyung is him from behind. Taehyung has always raced ahead of him, first in the playground, the dark head of hair bobbing as he toddled in front of him, always telling him to catch up, hurry up, I’ll be there first, then when they’d entered school it’d been the same. First to join classical music. First to take the violin. First to first to first to—
—first to be always just so slightly out of reach, like some sort of mountain flower or otherwise remote thing; one touch and it’ll crumble.
Even now, he is beyond Jungkook.)
Jungkook loves the piano. He loves Taehyung, his best friend of nineteen years, even more.
Fandom: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS
12 Jun 2018